He decided not to point out that she had already in fact admitted that. Instead, he scoffed and pinned her with a look as he said, “Of course you will. I’ll get you at a moment of weakness.”

“I never have a moment of weakness,” she replied, trying to push him away, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Um… yeah, you do. It’s when I have my face buried between your legs, licking you like you are my favorite flavor of ice cream. Which you are.”

He was turning her on, he could see that, but her brows came together in confusion as she asked, “I am what?”

He brought his lips to hers, running his tongue along her bottom lip before whispering against them. “You are the best gosh darn flavor in the world, Reese Allen.”

Her eyes fell shut as he took her mouth with his, moving his lips slowly before running his hand down the middle of her back to squeeze her ass. He then brought her hard against his growing erection, closing the distance between them and receiving a soft moan from her. It had been a couple of days since he had been between her legs, and as much as he wanted to scoop her up and carry her up those stairs and to the nearest soft spot, he wanted to spend time with her too.

Pulling away, he looked into her gorgeous face. Her eyes were still closed, her lips parted and swollen from his demanding kisses. Reaching up, he slid the helmet on her head and buckled it before her protests started.

“I know what you are doing, and it isn’t going to work,” she said, reaching for the buckle, but he stopped her.

“No one will say anything. Come on, let’s go have some fun, and later I’ll spend a long time savoring my favorite flavor,” he said, cupping her sex in his hands. He could feel the heat between her legs, and it took everything for him to remove his hand from her.

When she didn’t say no, or yes for that matter, he smacked her ass, causing her to jump. “Come on, let’s go.”

She mumbled something and he smiled as she followed him onto the bike, wrapping her arms around his waist.

God, that feels good, he thought as his eyes drifted shut.

She then said, “You are lucky I like you between my legs.”

“I know I am and I told you, you have weak moments.”

She smacked his shoulder as he laughed.

“Shut up and you better hope no one says anything, or you can kiss getting laid tonight goodbye.”

He chuckled. “No one will say anything and even if they did, all I gotta do is drop to my knees and you are mine.”

She didn’t say anything as the bike rumbled to life. He was about to take off but then her hands slid down his thighs, then back up the inner part, before resting on his straining cock.

“I surely hope you don’t think you are the only one with the power here?”

As she squeezed him through his jeans, his whole body caught on fire as he slowly shook his head.

“Oh no, I know darn well what you do to me, and I have no problem admitting it.”

“Is that right?” she asked, stroking him slowly.

He closed his eyes and let out a long breath before saying, “Yup and you need to stop, before I pull you into my lap and f**k you into oblivion on this bike.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as her hands moved up to the top of his jeans. He sat back a little, allowing her access inside, where she cupped him. He let out a hiss of breath as she slowly moved her cold hands along his hot cock. He was throbbing against her hand, and she let out a soft giggle before whispering, “Promise?”

He could only nod, the sensation of her cold hands against his c**k too much to handle. Then she stopped, removing her hands as her laughter ran down his spine. “Good to know, now let’s go.”

Phillip took in a deep breath and decided that this woman was going to kill him. He was becoming a junkie for her touches, her kisses, her anything. He wanted her, completely, all the time, and even though it scared him to think that she could break him at any moment, he couldn’t stop.

Reese should have never brought him.

“Oh Reese, baby, he is gorgeous.”

“So strong.”

“Beautiful eyes.”

“Great ass.”

“Y’all make the cutest couple. My goodness, way hotter than your sisters’ men.”

For f**k’s sake.

Covering her face from the image of her grandmother and her friends touching and examining Phillip while he stood there with a shit-eating grin, she groaned out, “He is not my boyfriend.”

“No?” her grandmother, Madeline, asked.

“No,” they said together.

“We’re friends,” he said. She looked up to find him smiling at her. “I love Bingo. I used to play with my grandmother back home before she passed, and Reese invited me because I made a comment about wanting to play.”

“Oh you sweet thang,” Ms. Selena said as she took a hold of Phillip’s arm, leading him to their table. All the women clucked over him as Reese just shook her head. She knew this was going to happen and really didn’t want to bring him because of it, but he was just so damn hot. So sweet and good lord, he could kiss like a dream. Her kitten was still purring in her jeans, begging for a little more action, which she fully intended on getting once they left the bingo hall. It surprised her how much, even though she didn’t want to listen to her grandmother and her friends’ comments, she was glad he was there.

It had been a long couple of days since she had seen him when they got caught by Shea in the Assassins’ showers. God, what a time they had. It was so hot, a sensual overload. Every. Single. Moment. She loved the kisses, his mouth, his hands, his body, the setting, and the hot showers. Everything was perfect, amazing even. They had talked and texted, but it wasn’t the same. Her mind would drift to thoughts about him, pinning her against the hot marble of the shower, and that breathless feeling would overcome her. God, she couldn’t wait till later.